[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
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Oh so cocky you can't stop me in this old versace
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Nigga, watch me, in the streets like it's roller hockey
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Your bitch is floppy, giving sloppy, while she call me papi
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Taking the doggies right to the face like she Kobiyashi
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And niggas' flow is washy, I'm getting mine's dry cleaned
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Tight scene it might seem I'm selling bitches pipe dreams
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Hi fiends, I'm back with a bag of them packed white things
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My knifes clean, I see these niggas hating through my ice blings
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I'm a bad motherfucker, I ain't use a rubber
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Super lover, so soon you say hello to your newest brother
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The truest colors what I bleed but you ain't seen enough
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A nigga leaking, you gon' have to see the deacon you stupid sucker
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Young Doms say you old niggas should wrap it up
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You wack, focus back on the craft
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You hardly wrapping up the fattest blunt
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Death to that pop hop I ain't asking much
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And stop asking for the collabs cause all you bastards suck
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[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
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This that thirty deep as Saugus shit, fire starter; squadron
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Dodgin' coppers since, ask her why she droppin' cuz, it's probably cause
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He prodigious, pay the rent easy, leave the bank cheese
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And bass leave your face greasy, artisan, paint easy
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Thick-bristle-tight nigga on a bitch stease
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Stanzas diesel like Vic Tanny on a fritz, whoops
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System overload, itchin' for a foe to poach
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Spittin' like the engine on a motherfuckin' motorboat
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Gold glisten under overcoat; missin' all
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Affection for these niggas, redirectin' all these niggas
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Very literal, type to sip the Mickeys out of cereal
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Drunk and driving twisty, how he inked up in a swimming pool
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Hundred stand against me, I'm a menace, Vaudevillian, sue me
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Drivin' into fences cause I hit the whip a little woozy
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Bitch, I'm busy cruising
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Excuse me
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[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
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Can't even walk up in the church without these niggas trying to testify
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I live to die, better that then to live a lie
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I rap better than most these rap veterans
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Hard headed and hopeless, hope that God let us in
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Mama didn't want to give birth to a nigga
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Should've murdered a nigga, I'mma cancer to the youth
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Automatics out the roof, three 80 with the weave in it
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On sight, scariest prom nights with Carrie
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A car ride with Berry, that's Halle not Brent
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Shooting like Brent and his brother
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Doing what Daddy had did
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Niggas want Grammies and shit, that's funny to me
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Cause since the first take it's been about money to me
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I'm just trying to get what Diddy got, doing what got Biggie shot
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They told me that I wasn't shit but left me in the litter-box
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Give it up and get a job
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[Verse 4: Action Bronson]
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Get a job, bitch
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I'm like the boss at the end of the Nintendo game
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My brain is on another level, I can feel the devil's pain
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Only address me by my Reverend name
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The good doctor, the good author
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Good brain in the good Porsche
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Dancing drunk in dress pants like I'm a hunk
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Back flip in the jacuzzi forty floors inside the Trump
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Front flip into this hot yellow Chinese bitch's rump
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Then she make me chicken broccoli for lunch
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I roll a joint like a Mutombo arm
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I'm high cousin
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Every time I roll the dice it's 500
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When I order wine it's 900
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French chefs kneel before me
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End of story, take shorty to the sortee
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That's the bathroom, you already know what happens there
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I pull my swimming trunks down
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She suck me through the boxer
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While I'm wearing flip flops
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Shit's real
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Grip the wheel
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Lift steel
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That's it
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Elimination Chamber
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| Domo Genesis |
